So, there’s this new project in the UK called Wondermart.  You wear headphones and take an interactive tour through a grocery store.  This is both awesome and irritating at the same time. (link)

Hey guys,

The Internet just wanted to you be aware of acne.  Dear everyone:  acne exists.  See?  Now you’re aware.  Mission accomplished.

Solid Chocolate Lungs.

Solid. Chocolate. Lungs.

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Photo by Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head (flickr)

Here’s something that should not exist, but does:

Sparky and I enjoy counting tacky Virginia Tech tchotchkes on local cars – it’s one of the love/hate things about SWVA that we’ll miss/not miss.  All those VT-adorned Silverados have now been outclassed (out unclassed?) by the Christiansburg shop owner flying this flag.

No.  Just no.

This is officially the most pathetic targeted Facebook ad, topping the “Jonas Brothers Concert Experience” I saw a couple weeks ago (I was very disappointed when I found out that was a real thing, because it would have been a hilarious joke).

There are like 90 things wrong with this, but I’ll just address a couple.

ONE> “I love you enough to tattoo you on my facebook profile … but not my arm.”

TWO> Why is it underscored with those tribal tramp-stamp-esque lines?  … Is this a tramp stamp for your facebook?  If so, it should be advertised as such, which would be much more entertaining.

THREE> Facebook, please stop ad-targeting me based on my relationship status.  Not all married people have babies, want an album of their wedding photos, or love each other.  The word “zombies” is mentioned on my profile at least three times, but all my ads are about mortgages, baby care, and post-wedding crap.  Work with me here, okay?

What is up with this whole “art on the floor” thing?  I’m down with art leaning on top of a shelf or piece of furniture, but the floor?  The floor is for shoes, cat toys, and dirty clothes.

Seriously:

What is this about?  I’m seeing it everywhere.
 

Okay, to recap:

This is old, but still worth posting.

I came back from lunch one day to find this message waiting for me:

They really know how to target me.

Including a little girl in blackface.

(From UCLA library via Boing Boing)